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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.