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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Section 25,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.