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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.