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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.