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 Liechtenstein 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
The Index,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.