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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.