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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
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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.