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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.