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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.