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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.