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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Gap Band 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.