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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
PIL,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Japan,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.