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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.