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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Cluster,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.