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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
the Association,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.