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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Gong,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.