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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.