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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
the Germs,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.