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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.