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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.