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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pole,
X-102,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.