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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.