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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Adolescents,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.