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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.