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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.