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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.