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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.