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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.