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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.