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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Technova,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.