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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.