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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.