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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.