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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Nico,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.