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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.