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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.