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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.