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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
UT,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.