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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.