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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Move,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
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.