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 Albania 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.