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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.