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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.