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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.