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 Mali 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.