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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.