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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.