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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.