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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.