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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
cv313,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.