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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.