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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.