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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Index,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.