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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.