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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
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.