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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.