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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.