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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.