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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Skarface,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.