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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.