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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet 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?
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.