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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.