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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.