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 New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.