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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.