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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.