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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.