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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
The Names,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.