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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.