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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.