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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The Motions,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.