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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.