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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.