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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.