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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.