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 Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.