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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.