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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.