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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.