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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Brick,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.