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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.