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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Television,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.