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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.