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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.