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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.