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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.