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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
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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.