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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.