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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.