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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Scion,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.