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 Romania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.