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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Television,
UT,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.