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 Mexico and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.