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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.