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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
EPMD,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.