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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.