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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.