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 Morocco and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.