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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.