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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
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 The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.