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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.