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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.