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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.