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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.