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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.