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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.