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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.