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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
John Holt,
John Cale,
The Litter,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.