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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Nas,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.