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 Togo 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.