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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.