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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.