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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.