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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.