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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.