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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
MC5,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.