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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.