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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.