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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 kango's stein massive 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Adolescents,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.