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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Magma,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.