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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Index,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.