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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.