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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.