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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Nas,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.