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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.