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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.