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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.