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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.