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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.