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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.