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 Honduras and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Franke,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.