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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Qualms,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.