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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Television,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.