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 Gabon and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.