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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.