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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
10cc,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.