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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.