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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.