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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.