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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Visage,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.