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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
X-101,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.