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 Grenada and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.