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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.