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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Names,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.