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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.