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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
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.