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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.