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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.