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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.