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 Norway 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Moebius,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.