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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Gories to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.