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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
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.