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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.