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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.