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 Togo and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.