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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.