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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.