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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
UT,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.