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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.