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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.