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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.