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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.