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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.