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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
ABC,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.