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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 sitar 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 Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Wings,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.