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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.