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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.