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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
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.