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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.