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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.