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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.