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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.