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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.