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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.