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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.