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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.