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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.