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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.