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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.