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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.