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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.