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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.