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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Skriet to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.