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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.