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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.