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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.