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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.