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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.