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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.