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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.