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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.