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 China and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.