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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.