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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
CMW,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.