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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.