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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The Move,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.