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 Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.