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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.