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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.