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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Can,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.