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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.