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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.