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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.