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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.