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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.