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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.