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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.