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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.