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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.