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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.