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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.