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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Slave,
Oneida,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.