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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.