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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.