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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.