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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.