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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
JFA,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.