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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.