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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.