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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.