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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Visage,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.