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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.