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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.