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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.