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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.