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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.