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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.