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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.