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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.