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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.