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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.