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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.