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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.