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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.