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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.