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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Echospace 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.