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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.