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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.