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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.