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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.