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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Swans,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Aswad,
The Move,
Oneida,
Television,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.