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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.