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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.