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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.