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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.