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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Faust,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.