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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.