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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.