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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.