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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
DNA,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.