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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
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.