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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.