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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Gories to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.