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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
DNA,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.