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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.