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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.