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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 Seoul and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.