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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.