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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Index,
Index,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.