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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Ossler,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Ludus,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.