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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.