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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.