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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.