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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.