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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Index,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.