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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.