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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.