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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.