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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.