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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.