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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Index,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.