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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.