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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.