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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.