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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.