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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.