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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.