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 Turkmenistan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.