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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Brick,
the Slits,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.