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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.