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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
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.