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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Organ,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.