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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.