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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.