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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.