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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.