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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Magma,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.