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 Chile 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.