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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Qualms,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.