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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
CMW,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.