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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '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 Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.