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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.