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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.