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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.