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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.