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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.