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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.