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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.