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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.