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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Can,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.