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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.