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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.