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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.