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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Can,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.