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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.