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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.