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 India 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.