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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.