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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.