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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.