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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.