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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Yaz,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.