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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.