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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.