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 Libya 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.