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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
AZ,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.