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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.