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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
10cc,
a-ha,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.