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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.