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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.