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 China and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.