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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.