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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
ABC,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.