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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.