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 Australia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.