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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.