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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.