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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.