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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.