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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Gong,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.