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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.