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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.