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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.