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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.