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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.