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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Brick,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.