Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.