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 Belize 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Monks,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.