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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.