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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.