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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.