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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.