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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.