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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.