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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.