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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.