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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.