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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Magma,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.