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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.