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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.