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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.