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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Gories,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Main Source,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.