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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Oneida,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.