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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.