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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Index,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.