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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.