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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.