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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.