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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.