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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.