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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.