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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.