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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.