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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.