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 India and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.