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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.