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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Index,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.