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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Organ,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.