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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.