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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Faust,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
X-101,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.