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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.