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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.