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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.