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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.