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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.