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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.