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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.