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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.