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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.