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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.