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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.