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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.