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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.