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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Wings,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Associates,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.