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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.