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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Rakim,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.