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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.