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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.