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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.