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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.