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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.