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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
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.