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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Monks,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.