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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.