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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.