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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.