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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.