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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.