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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.