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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.