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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.