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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.