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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.