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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.