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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.