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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.