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 Iran 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.