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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Skarface,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.