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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Marc Almond 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.