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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.