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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.