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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.