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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.