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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.