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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Connie Case,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.