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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.