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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.