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 Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.