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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.