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 Haiti 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.