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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.