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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.