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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.