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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.