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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.