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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, 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.