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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.