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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.