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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.