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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Cameo to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.