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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.