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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.