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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Brick to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
DNA,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.