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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.