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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.