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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.