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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.