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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.