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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.