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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.