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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.