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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.