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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.