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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.