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 Libya 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.