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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.