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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Smog,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.