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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
MC5,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.