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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.