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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.