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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.