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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Franke,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.