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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.