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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.