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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.