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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.