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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.