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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Crime,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.