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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.