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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.