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 Panama and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.