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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.