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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 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 Kas Product 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.