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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Franke,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.