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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.