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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
John Cale,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.