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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.