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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Fear,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
X-101,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.