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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.