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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.