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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 a chamberlin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.