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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deakin 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.