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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.