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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
June of 44,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.