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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.