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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.