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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.