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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.