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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.