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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Names,
CMW,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.