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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.