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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.