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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.