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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.