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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.