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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.