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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.