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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.