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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.