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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Index,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.