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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.