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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.