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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.