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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.