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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.