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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.