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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.