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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.