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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.