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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.