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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.