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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.