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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.