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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.