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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
The Motions,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.