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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.