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 Romania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.