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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.