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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.