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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 UT to the punk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.