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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
X-101,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.