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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.